Bottled Sky

I am PMSing in the worst possible way. This means for the past several days I have been jumping from one of the following moods to another:

1. cranky, as in becoming irritated by the most random and trivial things, such as people walking too loudly (I’m not kidding);
2. hungry, as in eating the entire contents of our refrigerator every two hours; and
3. horny, as in wanting to pounce on every hot (or even not-so-hot) guy that I see.

Even more interesting is when I experience two or all of those moods at once:

1. cranky & hungry, as in becoming irritated by the fact that I’m eating my third bag of chips for the day;
2. hungry & horny, as in wanting to pour melted chocolate over every hot (or even not-so-hot) guy that I see;
3. horny & cranky, as in BDSM; or
4. all three, as in BDSM (melted-chocolate edition).

As much as I love being female, I can’t help but wish I didn’t have to go through this hormonal yo-yo every single month. Le sigh.

Tomorrow I’m going on a 5-day trip to Baguio with my relatives on my mother’s side. It’s been at least a decade since I last vacationed with my extended family, so it’s bound to be interesting. I’m actually looking forward to it. At the very least, Baguio’s cool climate will be a welcome escape from the stifling Manila heat.

I’m also seeing this trip as a chance to detox, so to speak. No Internet, no caffeine, no staying up all night and sleeping during the day. I’ll take pictures, draw, finish that book I’ve been meaning to read, eat strawberries, and maybe get to know my cousins — unless of course the withdrawal symptoms hit me so hard that I’d have to be driven to the nearest Internet cafe and attached to an intravenous coffee drip

On a totally unrelated note, I really want one of these:

It’s The Ex Knife Holder from Think Geek. Now that’s what I call catharsis.

I have many feline qualities, a fact rarely lost on the people around me. I’m often told by both close friends and mere acquaintances that I remind them of a cat. I get a lot of kitty gifts because of this—cards, plushies, stationery, and even original art. My personal favorite is this picture given to me by a classmate on the last day of a photography class I took in college:

On the back he wrote, “To the only cat person I know, I’ll remember you every time I hear a cat’s meow. So here, take this picture and forget me not.”

I definitely won’t